She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl

They say quitters never win There's a world outside of my front door That gets off on being down We only want to sing you to sleep But we walk the plank on a sinking ship Whoa, oh, oh, oh We need umbrellas on the inside A penny for your thoughts, but a

I only love it when her hair long You should listen to this beat through my headphones Yeah, classic hip hop shit Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em We started out moppin' floors And now we front row at the awards Number one for the last twenty years If you

Standing in front of you Take a breath and listen (listen) Open up stop wishin' (wishin') All that you've been missin' (missin') Everything you're fearin' (fearin') All the walls you're buildin' (buildin') Take a chance you're reason (reason) You say

Is it difficult? If you got something to say Say it to my face Don’t be a little bitch and put up a front Did you really think you could fuck with the evilest rap girl in the whole planet And get away with that? No it doesn’t work like that What a little

What did I close in here? I can't remember ever shedding tears of spite On this ground, cropping up the fatal front line Like a soot-blackened palisade yet Impelled, void and abulic Legions delineate, an ominous skyline As lifeless demons without soul

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

I wanna be the girl you think I am Even when I'm, I'm at my weakest You always see the best in me when I can't Front row center in that little white church I was singing at a baby laying in a manger Eight years old wearing angel wings Yeah, and to this

We're taking everything, they say Jahlil Beats, holler at me Yeah, nigga, mic check, check Left right and then it's right left, yeah Front step it and I'm light step Guess clizzy and a hype pet Pet, crash dummy, niggas try test Guess, feet funny, nigga,

Sta 'nfronte a te! Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole Ma n'atu sole Cchiu' bello, oi ne' 'O sole mio 'O sole, 'o sole mio Sta 'nfronte a te Luceno 'e llastre d'a fenesta toia Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne